"No, dear one!"
"Where are we now?" she asked feebly.
Kut-le smiled.
"In the Rockies."
"I think I am very sick," continued Rhoda. "Do you think we can stay quiet in one place today?"
Kut-le shook his head.
"I am going to get you to some quinine as quick as I can. There is some about twenty-four hours from here."
Rhoda's eyes widened.
"Shall I be with white people?"
"Don't bother. You'll have good care."